One year my family was on vacation in Florida over April 1st. I was about 12 and I had siblings at 10,9,5,and 5 years old respectively. We were staying in a hotel room because of torrential rains (we're a camping crew...) and my Dad fell in the hotel room and started howling. He grabbed his left leg and rolled around yelling that he had broken it. When my Mom came running out of the bathroom with her pants around her ankles and all of us kids were around him (with 3 of the 5 crying) my Dad, looking much chagrined, said, "April Fool's". He was then pummelled.

Justice was swift.

We got home to snow (as there can be in Northern Michigan in April) and we were tobogganing on our back hill. Dad was steering the sled and he saw a big bump coming. He stuck his left leg out to steer. We were going REALLY fast and with 6 people in the sled (Mom was inside making lumpia) there was quite a bit of weight to shift, so when Dad's leg got caught on a piece of frozen dog poop, his leg broke. The same 3 of the 5 of us who were crying stood crying again while myself and my sister ran up the hill to get my Mom. She greeted our pronouncement of "Dad broke his leg Mom. Come quick." with, "Yeah, right. Tell your Dad that it worked once, but I'm in the middle of a big batch of lumpia." Suffice it to say that when she turned around and saw our faces she knew we weren't kidding and neither was Dad. He was in a cast for 3 months (a REALLY long time for a Camp Manager- which he was.)

Beccy